By Damien Knight
Ayana stood in the doorway a drink in her right hand. She leaned her left arm against the frame and licked white wine off her lush red lips. She wasn’t much of a drinker but this was a joyous occasion. The King’s son had just come home from battle, the crown prince, it was a long year.
Ayana sighed, court life bored her to tears. She sipped again and watched Koraki prepare himself. His deep voice broke the silence as he gazed in the mirror.
“Milady come help me get this armor on” he said.
He pointed to the royal armor. It was Greek style armor with silver chest plate and a blue leather war kilt. Blue and Silver were the national colours of Aldaria. She heaved and stepped forward.
“Can’t you magic it on milord?” she groaned.
“I could but then I wouldn’t have you helping me would I. Don’t ask just do.” he commanded.
Ayana understood now, this was a way to be in touch with him. He could do it himself but he wanted her to do it. She felt content. Ayana place her glass of wine down on the side table. She walked over to the armour on the bed and picked it up. Koraki grinned, his black teeth like jagged jaws of a shark. His sinister smile pleased Ayana. She adjusted his war kilt, her hands slid along the leather and as she did her mind slid along memories.
Ayana was thought on how she met him the first time. How he knew who she was, and she knew in her heart who he was. The fear could be felt in her heart and the pain in her legs as if it was yesterday. The dragon princess, strong and mouthy, brought to her knees by his blade. She could feel the blood down the back of her legs the pain of the spear in her stomach. Was the war really over now?
“Ayana?” he whispered.
She snapped out of her trance.
“Ayana, my helmet.”
“Yes sir” she replied.
She reached to comb out his hair first. He swatted it away with a scowl.
“My helmet” he repeated.
She placed it on him. He looked strong, commanding, like a king.
“Arajuan?” she whispered “what is my role tonight.”
He laughed, “You are my queen. Go get properly dressed and my dear.”
She gazed at him. What did he mean properly?
“Oh and no more wine for you tonight.” He laughed.
With that he took her wine and drank it down.